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So a new girl started tonight. I have yet to bother learning her name as most of 'em don't last more than a week or so. This makes me a Bad Man.

Other things which have made me a Bad Man today:

Staring at a man who had an enormous warty, lumpy, growth on his forehead and then stage whispering "Have you ever seen How to get ahead in advertising?" to my boss.

When a customer ordered his wine, replying "The cheapest red? Very good sir"

Making many references to an affair that the cuckold of has no knowledge of in front of someone else who shares my privileged information. Oh the giggles.

Why am I such a shit at times? This isn't meant as a "Oh look at me, aren't I interestingly confrontational" sort of a question, more a head scratching "hang on, I bear this person no ill will, why am I being such a dick to them?" sort of a question. Answers on the back of a cheque, please.

In othe news, my lunch today consisted of Oysters and Bubble and Squeak. That's right.....

Oysters



Bubble and Squeak



Is your life as good as mine? I think not.

Currently drinking: Clos de Torribas (Penedes), Tempranillo 99. Exuberant berries tempered with an aftertaste which is reminiscent of fixing up an old banger with your dad, only to see the garage burn down to the ground as you cry and cry and cry.

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